[nightmare 7]
Luna stood there, in front of me, with a sharpened knife in her hand. As she brought the knife closer to her throat, I tried to get her to stop, but she wouldn't listen to me. She asked me why she wanted me to stop, and I told her that I would feel terrible if she did. With a malicious expression on  her face, she said, "Don't take this personally." The knife went across her skin quicker than the blink of an eye. Blood splattered everywhere.